Leo clicked download. The progress bar crawled like a dying demon.

The neon light of the "Dante’s Inferno" internet cafe flickered, casting a sickly green glow over Leo’s face. He wasn’t here for games; he was here for the forbidden history of the Sparda bloodline. On the screen, a cryptic forum post from a user named RedGrave98 held the holy grail: .

"You shouldn't be poking around in those archives, kid," a voice rasped from the booth behind him. A man in a tattered red duster was leaning back, boots on the table, flipping a silver coin.

"Last chance," the man said, standing up and reaching for a massive, guitar-shaped case leaning against the wall. "Either you delete it and go home, or we find out if you've got enough devil in you to survive the night."

Leo looked at the screen, then at the shadows lengthening into clawed hands on the walls. He grinned, his finger slamming down on the mouse. "Let's rock," he whispered.

"It's just a file," Leo muttered, his heart hammering against his ribs.